Up The Fury
At The Hands Of History
We made history but we'll never make your books. forever overlooked misunderstood as the puzzle pieces that never seemed to fit the mold. in post morning we're ghosts of the heroes famed in your textbook stories. at the hands of history we bleed for a seat in your memory. so now we're history but a lesson you may never learn. so let our voices carry out the meanings caught between our words. and may it echo through the ages. the grounds of their foundations are built on others who fought a war against their own nation. they say that those brave enough to speak will always leave a mark on our history. but they won't tell you why we won't see the day we come to terms with the things we leave for that empty seat when glory's just a path we walk between talks of peace while we're sleep walking and a soldiers dream of a noble killing. to fit in place there's never room for change. Letras de cancioneswho the fuck wants to become a slave anyway. we've got the new nationalism undefined by laws. for this we'll always be forgotten by our heroic flaws
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